O. Bell. Come! there is love i’ th’ case, adod there is, or will be; what say you, young lady?

Har. All in good time, sir; you expect we should fall to and love, as gamecocks fight, as soon as we are set together; adod, you’re unreasonable!

O. Bell. Adod, sirrah, I like thy wit well.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. The coach is at the door, madam.

O. Bell. Go, get you and take the air together.

Lady Wood. Will not you go with us?

O. Bell. Out a pise. Adod, I ha’ business and cannot. We shall meet at night at my sister Townley’s.

Y. Bell. [aside]. He’s going to Emilia. I overheard him talk of a collation.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II

Enter Lady Townley, Emilia, and Mr. Medley.

Lady Town. I pity the young lovers we last talked of; though, to say truth, their conduct has been so indiscreet they deserve to be unfortunate.

Med. You’ve had an exact account, from the great lady i’ th’ box down to the little orange-wench.

Emil. You’re a living libel, a breathing lampoon; I wonder you are not torn in pieces.

Med. What think you of setting up an office of intelligence for these matters? The project may get money.

Lady Town. You would have great dealings with country ladies.

Med. More than Muddiman has with their husbands.

Enter Belinda.

Lady Town. Belinda, what has been become of you? we have not seen you here of late with your friend Mrs. Loveit.

Bel. Dear creature, I left [her] but now so sadly afflicted.

Lady Town. With her old distemper, jealousy?

Med. Dorimant has played her some new prank.

Bel. Well, that Dorimant is certainly the worst man breathing.

Emil. I once thought so.

Bel. And do you not think so still?

Emil. No, indeed!

Bel. Oh, Jesu!